Fulfillment(124)

“You’re a fucking goddess, Alexis; a vision only worthy of the highest order.”

I dropped to my knees and unfastened his trousers while eye-fucking him wickedly. He cracked his neck from side to side, causing a rippling sexy sensation to surge right through me. I dug my hands deep into his pants releasing his thick hard cock from its now snug confines. It sprung free, positioned with authority and deliciously resting at the tip of my mouth. I wrapped my hands around his base, gripping tightly and dragging them up, pumping a glistening drop over his smooth crown. I licked its saltiness then ran my tongue over my teeth, allowing Bryce to see how much I enjoyed tasting him.

He caressed my face lovingly, pure adoration pouring from his eyes and radiating through his touch. “You are everything to me,” he said as he gently pulled the clip out of my hair, releasing my blonde waves to cascade and frame my face.

I smiled at his ownership, gently teething his shaft.

His fingers flexed into my scalp, urging me to clamp my mouth down and suck him vigorously. “Fuck!” he growled as he hips bucked into me. “Alexis, stop. I need to be inside of you. Now!”

He pulled out and lifted me to my feet, scooping me into his arms and placing me onto the chaise lounge. The fire cracked and reached into the air above it, giving the room not only warmth from the outside chill, but a romantic ambience to complement our first sexual union   in Italy.

Bryce walked around to the foot of the chaise and ran his hands through his hair. “You have no idea how irresistible you look in that lingerie and reclined on that chair.”

Leaning forward, I snagged him by his tie. “Pants. Lose them. Now!”

He smirked at my dominance then pushed his trousers to the ground and stepped out of them.

Yanking fiercely on his tie, I gave him no option but to crawl on top of the chaise and on top of me. I opened my legs, allowing him to settle between them, and wasting no time, I aggressively tore open his shirt, dislodging a couple of buttons.

He growled as he leaned into me, his mouth finding my neck, my hands finding his cock. I pulled my G-string aside, exposing my wet flesh, and with quick precision, guided him into me.

“Oh, God!” I moaned with pleasure as he slid so perfectly in place.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, securing him deep and tight as my pussy clenched down on him in acceptance.

“Fuck, I love it when you squeeze me like that,” he said through gritted teeth, his words sending a fiery passion into my ears right down to my stomach.

“I love you so much, Bryce,” I moaned, as he rolled his pelvis into me, over and over.

He thrust hard and deep. “I love you, too, Alexis.”

With my orgasm teetering; ready to wash over me, I dug my fingernails deep into his flesh and waited for that surge of pleasure. When it rolled through me I dragged them down his back uncontrollably, forcing an animalistic growl from Bryce that vibrated right through me. Holy fuck of all fucks.

Panting, I shuddered with sensation, closing my eyes and going limp. Bryce did the same, relaxing some of his weight on top of me. He was heavy and making it more difficult to breathe, but I didn’t care. There was nothing I wanted more in that moment than to feel his moist, warm body against mine.

***

We had taken a nap after making love, not really having the energy to do anything else. Bryce had then gone to his meeting as scheduled and come back in time for dinner. We were still suffering the effects of jet lag and over exertion from many sexed-up encounters, so we’d gone to bed early in the hope we’d be fresh for our sightseeing the next day.





When I woke up the following morning, there was a rose on my pillow together with a note informing me that he had gone to the hotel’s gym. It gave me some time to clear my head from an exciting yet terrifying prospect I had deliberately been ignoring over the past week. The longer I ignored it, the possibility that it was true only excited me more, but I was too scared to take the plunge and find out, scared to be disappointed.

As I stood in the bathroom, naked after dropping my robe, I looked down at my belly and lightly rubbed my hand over the precious spot I hoped housed another baby. My period was a week overdue and I was apprehensive to confirm why, but the longer I left it the more nervous I became. I decided I would wait until we got back home to buy a test, not wanting to be saddened on our trip if the result was negative. I sighed with mixed feelings as I stepped into the shower.

Not too long after, Bryce appeared in the bathroom, sweat stained and gloriously glossy, his workout towel draped over the back of his neck and his pants hanging low on his hips. He is simply torturous.

He stripped off and joined me, telling me about the steam room and how he wanted to get one built at City Towers.